Hahaha MRae, I thought exposure therapy would be a good idea to help me get over my spiders. Nope. Nope nope nope.
I guess I'm afraid of the unknowns as well. Like I mentioned, I'm moving into a new apartment where, for the first time, I'll be responsible for things like an electricity bill, internet bill, etc. Then it's my mustachian muscle flexing against consumerism cloaked in concern... for example, my dad is really pushing me to get a landline (which I've been against) because "if you need to dial 911, it's easier to locate than from a cell." I'm still against it and am not planning on getting one, but I have that nagging voice of "but what if he's right?" The reality is, if I do ever "need" any of these things (dad does not understand not needing cable), I can always pick it up later. Just, what if I'm wrong?
It's that issue of, logically, I KNOW I'll be fine. I just have that nagging voice of "what if what if what if" to deal with.